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I’m cruisin’ downtown, right? Lights flashin’, neons buzzin’ – it’s like a damn movie set. “The land is dry,” like Claire says in *White Material*. Dry, desperate, but alive, ya know? You see these girls, struttin’, hustlin’, and it hits ya – they’re out here survivin’. Makes me mad, tho – some scumbags treat ‘em like trash. Pisses me off, man! I’m like, “Respect the grind, fool!” Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.”

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“By faith the prostitute Rahab, because she welcomed the spies, was not find comfort in knowing that I will always have a friend in God. He will.

I gotta mention my fave hangout—the lounge on Ridge Avenue. That place is a blast, filled with laughter, intimate whispers, and unexpected dance parties. It's where I learned that love comes in all forms, and every encounter here feels like a cinematic scene. “Por favor, perdoname,” sometimes I mutter, imitating that deep, soulful dialogue from the movie, because Sugar-Hill never fails to stir my deepest passions.

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